Our town and civic duty

by Jane Eayre Fryer

A HORSE’S PETITION TO HIS DRIVER

Up the hill whip me not,

Down the hill hurry me not,

In the stable forget me not,

Of hay and grain rob me not,

Of clean water stint me not,

With sponge and brush neglect me not,

Of soft, dry bed deprive me not,

When sick or cold chill me not,

With bit or rein jerk me not,